Confessions of a Porn MILF
Ten years ago, I was one of adult film’s hottest stars. Now I’m 28—and dismissed by directors as over the hill. How did I go from “barely legal” to “older woman” so fast?
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| Aurora Snow, porn star |
I was 18 years old—“barely legal,” in industry jargon—and halfway through my first year of college at UC Irvine, worried about the debt I was incurring. In search of a high-paying job that required very little of my time, I found a newspaper ad that read “Girls make 2,000/day.” In much smaller print under that it read “nude modeling,” and then listed a phone number. That was how I ended up in the offices of Jim South, who had also notoriously recruited the underage Traci Lords.
My career in porn started out with a few photo shoots, but since my goal was to make as much money as possible in one year and then get out, run, and never look back, I decided to start doing video the very next week.
I showed up on a set one day and was told I would be playing a MILF.
Hours before I was to do my first video shoot, I received a call from Ed Powers, a well-known producer of amateur girls performing for their first awkward time on camera. He offered me an outrageous sum of money if only he could have my first scene. I drove over to his house right away and shot my first porn scene of many—and directly after that, drove to my second “first” scene with the director who’d originally scheduled me. Two scenes in one day was my introduction to the world of porn, and for the next few years, it was the type of routine that I would come to see as perfectly normal.
Those first couple of years, I was in demand—a new face, fresh, hot, and most importantly, young. Because, as I quickly learned, when you work in the porn industry, “barely legal” is synonymous with “VIP.” Directors lavished attention upon me. Producers clamored to get me into their films. I was put in movies with titles like Naughty Little Nymphos and Trained Teens. I quickly adjusted to playing the part of nymph. They dressed me in school-girl uniforms and tied my blonde hair into pigtails—anything to make me look every bit as young as I was. A thespian at heart, I enjoyed the performances more than I expected, and soon shed the promise I made to myself to leave the industry within a year. I had been a shy, conservative girl with more book smarts than street smarts. But in porn, I was a star. I discovered the free spirit within, embraced the experience, and marked the beginning of a very unexpected career.
One of these experiences brought me face to face with the legendary Jenna Jameson in a ten-girl orgy scene starring Jenna in her I Dream of Jenna presentation. I never had any physical contact with Jameson, which sometimes happens in all-girl scenes—she was simply the gorgeous centerpiece in the midst of carnal exhibition taking place all around her. Watching her command the scene, with the presence of a professional exuding a creative strength, showed me how a woman in adult film has more power over her career than first impressions might dictate.
Three years whizzed past in the blink of an eye. From age 18 to 21, I’d gone from novice to seasoned pro, and done scenes I never thought I would do: multiple partners, girl-on-girl, even agreeing to perform in scenes that involved what I’d previously deemed an “exit only” cavity. My natural enthusiasm led me to try it all and discover my own quirky sense of sensuality.
After 250 movies, I was honored as Female Performer of the Year at the AVNs, the Oscars of the porn world. I was shocked and wasn't sure what it meant to me. It was an unexpected honor, and yet it was hard to see myself as a star who shone brightly enough to be graced with it.
Where do you go after winning the top award in your business? For starters, Playboy TV. I signed on to host my own show, Private Calls. I also made my directorial debut, and soon went on to write and direct over a dozen titles. Thanks to a blind man convincing Howard Stern I was his favorite adult actress due to the unique sounds I made, I was invited onto the shock-jock’s wildly popular radio show. That was the beginning of my popularity on Stern, particularly with the daily sound clips and clever innuendos crafted around what he dubbed the “duck noise.” Such a sense of humor! I heard my distinct gagging sounds set to “Old MacDonald had a Farm.” With such an outpouring of media attention my career seemed to be at an all-time high.
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